I heard the soft clink of his belt, the slow drag of the zipper. My body was still trembling from the orgasm he’d forced out of me, hole fluttering and oversensitive, yet the sound alone made my cock twitch against the sticky wood of the desk.

Professor Hale’s hand settled between my shoulder blades and pressed me flatter. I went without resistance. The position left me completely open—chest to the desk, ass raised, legs still spread wide from when he’d ordered them that way.

I felt the heavy, hot weight of his cock settle against the cleft of my ass. Thick. Fully hard. He didn’t push in. He just rested...